Banal poetic junk known since the 19th century. /To Milan K./ Lubomír Tomik In the raunchy neighborhood of Edo the sound of wooden sandals crosses a stone bridge. Her eyes, she has a light canopy of sorrow draped over them.
Banal poetic junk known since the 19th century.
The title of the poem is from prof. Milan Knížák, Milan Knížák – Wikipedie (wikipedia.org) years ago he gave me a nice slap in his words, I needed her, thanks. Thanks for You time. These are his words:
„You use banal poetic junk known since the 19th century.“
Time …. a word.
Thank you ….words . But sincerely.
And after Your criticism, I wrote this poem…maybe special haiku.
Try to capture feelings. …..How does a sales woman feel?
